i hate missing you, mother. & your voice seems so foreign & strange on the phone, & you're mocking my inconditional love for you. because you know that whatever happens, however wrecked & smashed you may leave after only five minutes together; you know i'll always crave for you to hold & love me & be proud of me. i'll always be back for more. & maybe you're right & i need a good beating, but don't you think that a mother's love would work just as well?
yeah&uhuh